A Seuss of a Tale on Christmas Night
‘Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp Christmas Day […]
A Seuss of a Tale on Christmas Night Read More »
‘Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp Christmas Day […]
A Seuss of a Tale on Christmas Night Read More »
back down the road re-trodden meeting that phantom thinly transparent stripped of substance bone with sinews
How lovely, to look at my 8-year-old daughter’s hands, at her long, slender fingers and half-painted
I See My Mother’s Hands Read More »
The overcast skies teased me and I wondered when it would finally rain. Even with the
Teach me vowels as airy and lengthy as flute concertos, I asked my Brazilian Portuguese teacher.
Teach Me About Brazil Read More »
There’s nothing wrong with being a delicate flower. To be beautiful and fragile. Like an Orchid,
The Duality of it all Read More »